S.F.W. (L.P. version)
So f**king what?!?
I can get drunk
I can get laid
I can go mad
I can get paid
I get confused
I can get screwed
I can do nothing
So f**king what?!?
I can get raped
I can get shot
I can spend years
Just sucking your snot
I could be lonely
I could go mad
I could do nothing
So f**king what?!?
Not getting through
I can smoke pot
I can cause damage
Go kill alot
Don't want to be here
But at least there's beer
And I must drink something
So f**king...
So f**king...
It is your life that we've come to slap
Reach for my gat things begin to connect
Well they tell me, anything goes
Then oh my God I got a thing up my nose!
So... what?!?
I'll have f**king fun without you
Out until
I won't miss you
But I'll govern everything in your life
I hate your guts, but you don't have to die
I can get drunk
I can get laid
I can get sick
I can get dead
I guess it sucks
That I don't give a f**k
But I could do nothingSo f**king
Now is the time
I have got you alone
I'll cut all the mustard
Right close to the bone
The f**kers will cluster
Like cunts in the tomb
The rafters will banter
The cows will come home
Come home
I can get drunk
I can get laid
I can go mad
I can get paid
I get confused
I can get screwed
I can do nothing
So f**king what?!?
I can get raped
I can get shot
I can spend years
Just sucking your snot
I could be lonely
I could go mad
I could do nothing
So f**king what?!?
Not getting through
I can smoke pot
I can cause damage
Go kill alot
Don't want to be here
But at least there's beer
And I must drink something
So f**king...
So f**king...
It is your life that we've come to slap
Reach for my gat things begin to connect
Well they tell me, anything goes
Then oh my God I got a thing up my nose!
So... what?!?
I'll have f**king fun without you
Out until
I won't miss you
But I'll govern everything in your life
I hate your guts, but you don't have to die
I can get drunk
I can get laid
I can get sick
I can get dead
I guess it sucks
That I don't give a f**k
But I could do nothingSo f**king
Now is the time
I have got you alone
I'll cut all the mustard
Right close to the bone
The f**kers will cluster
Like cunts in the tomb
The rafters will banter
The cows will come home
Come home
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